Though a lovely looking beast in his own right, Paladin is positively demure in comparison. Courfeyrac strokes his stallion’s nose as he eyes his friend and the mount he must tame. “The name does not quite suit, does it?” he observes with obvious amusement, though he has no inkling of precisely how ridiculous the name is for the creature. Courfeyrac only knows that anything called Pikachu should be sweet and childlike, surely. By the look of him, Marius had assumed the same.

“Baron Marius Pontmercy, I have seen you stare down Paris’ best national guardsmen. You will not be frightened off by an equine.”

Surreptitiously, he winks at Violet.